Willowy Winds

I don't want to Preach . But that's ultimately we all do right . Making your point across and hoping that someone might change his view accordingly is what a preacher desires. So in a way I preach too. I don't want people to admire the choice of words or the beauty of the thoughts . It will make me happy if they can admire the value of the thought , and themselves play host to a different thought for just a while . That is enough for me , That will make my words worth something , if anything .

I loved both images ...hence kept them . I know I know ..both are not needed ... 

GOD OF THE WALLS

As I strolled across a tiny little beach;

Away from the busy town, on the foggy Sunday morning.
Churches and Temples were ringing their bells;
Little crowd had gathered for weekly rendezvous with god.

I sat on the rock watching those people;
Rich and poor and young and old.
Swallowed by those Triangles and Sphere edifices;
Home of the gods, as they are called.

I shifted my gaze to the mighty ocean;
Roaring like thunder on this lonely beach.
I see the god, in the wonders of nature;
The peace which it gives, says I am not wrong.

The god doesn’t sit, behind the brick walls;
To watch empty faces churning mugged up words.
God is here in this mighty ocean;
sermonizing in winds, and the songs of the birds.

He doesn’t need your prayer or devotion;
your gifts, your time or your big donation.
He just wants to see the love in your eyes;
for the beauty of nature and his beautiful creation.

Feel the god in the whispers of the wind;
The wetness of the rain and the freshness of the dew.
In love of your beloved and embrace of your mother;
In smiles of your little kid, is the god I know.

Open your arms wide and feel the rain falling;
Closing your eyes in the pleasure unbound.
Lie on naked soil and gaze the stars smiling;
Bring back the lost Innocence, to see the god around.

FLIGHT OF A BROKEN FEATHER

Some times interesting things happen suddenly . For days I have been thinking of writing something , but could not get anything meaningful in mind . May be other things were too much of a distraction . But then suddenly , when I had a rather rough day and my mood was somber and those previously entertaining distractions seemed a bit vulgar for a dark mood ,  I started typing and then somehow words started acquiring meaning. That usually happens as  I have mentioned before numerous times.So here is the outcome . Also I am going back to home soon . As always I am sure I will have enough experiences in that one month to act as a fodder for further pieces like these . But for now this is the only one .

Color of the Shadow

Have you ever seen yourself , Like in a  Moonless night  ;

With stars twinkling around , too distant to guide u home.

I have seen the stars , and flirted with the twinkles ;

But I am too tired to carry on . 

                                

Have u seen yourself , like a tiny rain drop ;

Fallen from the sky , losing itself in muddy waters .

I have drifted in the sky , thought that’s my home ;

But the mud of life is too hard to fathom .

Have you seen your thoughts , like a broken feather ;

Which promised to fly , but wondered somewhere alone .

I have fancied the flight , in those broken dreams ;

But the devil of time , has swallowed them all .

Have you ever walked across , a sleepy silent river ;

Which drifts along slowly to somewhere far away  .

I too find myself , crawling tardily day and night  ;

It’s a journey without a path ,  or I have lost my way .

Have you ever seen a stone , shaped into an idol ;

Beaming with raw  pride , as people  pray and call .

As I see  the world , closing its eyes to worship;

Is it a soul in search of  god , or a man in search of soul.

Have you ever wondered , why the words of silence;

Makes so much noise in your own battered soul .

I have looked for words , that can break the spell of silence ;

But they all lose their meaning , like an empty wall .

Have u ever seen the light , passing through a prism ;

How it breaks in colors as the beam pass across .

I have seen those colors , But they still make the  shadow ;

And the color of the shadow is the same that I know .
 

Have you ever find yourself looking out to the skies ;

Gazing at the heavens with a thoughtless mind .

My visions are now blurred , and thoughts don’t guide me anymore ;

Just waiting for the first ray of dawn to arrive.